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And softly puis her daintiest garments on, She binds around her. gracefully, a zoua Of tender green, with bine embro dersd deep. Over that baddinz sun-tpped hedgerow peep Bach vivid emeralds as nYr g aaced In stone. Or in the crowns of mighty Catsrs shone; And violet stir in yonder wayside htap. Tba flratling beauty of ths wool is full Of olora. varied softly in their hut: Tus rabbit ttmk, and birds begin to sing. Ths air U pari most swsstly dsar and tl. And heaven eeeaed opened through ths i s'.snt b us; Tus starling screams, and doves are light on wing. ike. through yon fluid ths plowman drives his eLare, And the pert crow c'oss follows at bis heel; And o'er the forrjw, slowly win lint steal Ihin wavea of mist that waver into air. lue upland lea is dotiel hers and thsrs With soatt ired sheep t'ust, hks to pear la, re veal A glistening whiteness; and the cattle kneel In fall contentment with ths Spring's fresh fare. The ereted wren is bu-y In tbe hede; Tbe b'aekbir J runs, then, reatinf, whistles clear. An 1 the sweet lark gost oanLing up the sky, A bluish tings is on ths nr-wood's edge. That picket, yet a lit' I trie the eye; The sqajreL nsw waked, peepa out, un moved by fear. Ths e'uldren tuxa ths naighboring Tillage sebool Com forth to play with many a merry peal. And shorten thus the hour for mid-day meal. And answer slowly to maternal rale. Thev dan: and gronp themselves In stale full. Then Join their hands, and loose, and sad csn wheel. Their movements such nnconsdons iraes reval; Recalling da nty Watteao, fresh and oooL Tbe babe laid down npon the graa crows fatn. And. creeping on. wonld make to Join their spcrt; Ths meadow rings and now yoang voices sing. How slear tbe no'.es ! they echo back again , Of innocence and Joy most true report These vo:om are the voices of ths Spring. A Terrible Revenue, Lord Redmond was riding slowly along Black Valley, when the slow-gathering gloom of eight seemed suddenly to deepen. The light diod along the slopes of the mountains, and the little tarn beside which his hone had leisurely walked for the last hour seemed suddenly to have grown into a black, moveless line. "The storm is on as, Kitty; and we're stalled in this confounded rut of a valley," said Lord Redmond. "I have been trying to get out of it for two hours," he muttered lismounting, and leading his horse. The beautiful mare he led seemed to iharo in his anxiety, following obediently ind with an occasional glance around. Suddenly; she gsve a shrill whinny; and the ea.ne moment, Redmond thought he heard a distant cry. He looked up eagerly, canning the hills, and finally saw a boy standing on a point of one of thebluffs, and resticulating wildly. As he pressed on, he Jd hear the lad's cries. "Haste, then, haste the storm is com ing ! Haste it will soon be on yon ! Fol ow the path it will lead you up here. Hasten, or you'll be drowned like a rat in his hole." Before Redmond reached the boy, he was suspicious that he was half-idiotic, and when he gained the rock upon which he stood, be saw the lad was, indeed, a poor half-era red fellow, with staring eyes and htrious gestures; yet not without mercy tor those less helpless than himself, for he car ried a wearied lamb, which he had probably been out in search of, while the dam ran by his side. "Come como out of the storm!" he cried pressing on. And Lord Redmond followed, still lead ing his horse. Kitty saw snelter first,' and whinnied again at the scent of barley, which she per ceived as they turned a sharp angle, and iaccd an old stone structure without build ings, more dark and gloomy in its appear ance than the surrounding scene. 'Go in to the fire!" cried the boy, point ing to the door, and grasping Kitty's bri Jle. "No; 1 will see her put up first," answer ;d Lord Redmond, leading the horse around to the stable. Tbe animal was too valuable a one to bo left to chance care. He was surprised at the readiness with which the half-aeciscless boy rubbed down her glossy flanks, and cover ed her with an old blanket, showing a glee ful satisfaction in ber beauty as bo tended her. He left her finally, and turned toward tbe house. It was a good stone house; showing marks of decay wherever decay could touch it. JfeTthcr face nor firelight was to be seen at the windows, though the wind was J shrieking and the rain falling heavily; and, obeying the boy's directions, Redmond opened the creaking oak door, and entered. He found himself tn a large, low room, in which an old woman was preparing sup per, while an old man sat upon the hearth, fumbling with the lock of a rusty rifle, and two old pointers lay at his feet, smelling about his hands and the gun. He was the wreck of a stern, fine man that was to be seen at a glance. - The woman was a crone of the lower orders his serving woman, as she showed by the awkward haste to obey tbe old man's command, and bring a teat to the fire, tie did not speak, but only eontinanded by a gesture. Redmond addressed him courteously. He smiled sadly, shook his head, and touched bis ear, 1st token of helpless desinas. - And so the wealthy lord, d stained from his waiting bride aad marriage feast, sat in the old dreary house, looking In ill-con cealed discontent from the fire to the Berv ing woman, aad from the dogs to the pas sive and resigned face of his silent host. When tbe woman came and wheeled the old man's chair to the board, he perceived that he Was also crippled. The crone turned to him. "Will ye sit by, sir?" she askel As be rose tbe door opened, and ho stood arrested in the movement. A lady entered so fair, so pure, so cold, that she might hare been made of snow. She had-a loose black mantle about her, which she threw o!T showing a regal form, habited in a rich block stuff the brocade of a former gen eration. She paused, her still face lighting with a look of sura rise as she observed the stranger. Redmond steppad forward, with the grace of courts revealed in the uncon scious act. "I nope I am not intruding, lady f I have been overtaken by the storm among these mountains.', ''What is your name ?"' she asked, look ing him in the face, nor giving other sign of interett in his handsome presence. "I am the Lord of Redmond," he an-, swered. "I will trouble you no longer than I can avoid," he added, a little haughtily. "Lord Redmond,', said the lady, "you are welcome you are very welcome, Lord Redmond. " She spoke with energy without warmth; but Redmond, confused by the strange ness of his position, observed only that her manner was a peculiar one; and though wishing himself well out of the place, took his seat at the table, as she desired. The meal was rood, and she served him bountifully; while the old man, for the first time breaking silence, began telling in a rambling, incoherent, yet not uninterest ing way, the story of some famous storms among those hills. It was five years ago. Barbara; you were a slip of a girl, and Bess had to be carried in my arms. Do you mind her hair curling over my arm in the wet ? and how she cried for f jar she was too heavy for me?" no paused, and looked acrws the ; board at the young lady a troubled, wist ful look in his face, showing some hulf rcmcmbercd pnin in bis broken mind. "Where is Bess, Barbara?" he asked, suddenly. "She is dead," answered his daughter with a strange smile. ''Dead!" repeated the old man drinking from his pewter cup like a satisfied child. In spite of a long fast, Redmond could oot eat; These strange people had risen among his rosy bridogroom visions like ghosts at a feast. I am very tired too tired to eat," he said, rising from the table. "I would like to go to rest; for I must be on my way early in the morning." Barbara bowed her cold, beautiful face. "Kathy will show you a room horrorro He shall sleep there once, bis last sleep!' she murmured, turning away. "She is crazy, loo !" thought Redmond, leaving the room. Tho cba tuber into which the old womsn ushered him was large, irregular, full of nooks and shelves, on which were piled articles of female apparel. "Hat Miss Barbara given me her own bedroom, I wonder?" he asked, looking about him, as soon as he vai left alone. At the head of the bed hnnz a family portrait a hale man and three children, a boy and two girls. In the dark, bright beauty of one he failed to recognize the childhood of the pale, cold woman he had just left, but tbe infantile beauty of the youngest gill had in it something familiar. "A pretty child: the eyes whose do thry remind me of I" he mused, His eye wandered, and fell upon a scar let cloak flung over a chair, and then to a pair of dainty shoes hanging fro.o a peg. There was a knot of pink ribbon beneath the little round mirror of burnished steel, and a Leghorn hat hung out from an over crowded chest. j "A last year's birds nest," said Redmond, giving a tapestried chair a little Bhake, to clear it of dust, before he threw bis cloak on it; "and I am tired enough to sleep any where. I wonder what my little bride will think," was his last thought, as he com-' posed himself to sleep. He awoke with tbe dawn, and sprang np. Early as it was, breakfast was await ing him and his horse was saddled nt the door. "I am afraid that yoa have been put to trouble on my account," he said, as Bar bara appeared, and took her place at the table. "I meant to have taken my leave without disturbing any one In tho bouse." "You could not have done that," she an swered, looking at h'.m with the same strange smile he had noticed before-. It was a cold, almost a cruel look, he thought, as he hastily supped tbe milk, and tasted the wheatea bread, still with little appetite. As be arose from the board, Lis hostess arose alto. The storm is over, but the rain has made some of the tarns impassable," she said. "My horse is saddled; I will ride with yoa and put you on a safe road out of the gap." : In vain he protested. She mounted a black horse, and rode at his side down the path. . She wore a black cloak, her pale, chiseled face under its hood. Redmond looked at her covertly; wondering how she could be so beautiful and yet so repulsive to him. Your father never goes abroad?" he asked, by way of conversation. "No. He sits all day, with my brother's dogs, trying to clean the boy's rifle that will never be used again. "Your brother is dead, then?" "He died of a broken heart." "Your family have seen trouble," said Redmond, carelessly. "We have seen bitter trouble,", aha an swered. After a moment, aha resumed; "We had sister, wh was ocr darling and our pnde boy's twin. : She was murdered. Twins' hearts grow together, yon know. She cou'd die and Nugent live. ' His strength followed her weakness. We are left to poverty, desolation and decay. Where are you going. Lord Redmond. He was convinced -that she was partly crazed, and told the truth, thinking it a more pacific theme for her gloomy mind. "I am going home to be married." "Where f "At Redmond Castle." "Is your bride youn !" "Young and lovely; my cousin the Lady Ann Delancy." "She loves you f "Yes. See this little mare I ride ; I bought it for her to ride over the hills with, when the spring cornea." "Do you know where you stand 1" sh? cried, "You stand before my sister's grave my sister whom you murdered, three years ago, by false vows, as surely as the knife murders? You know who I am now I can soe it in t our face t You remember Bess SlcCrea. You won her love: she came home to die. It is you who have ruined us. Do you think I shall let you go to happiness? JV'cver There is her gravel You shall go over it to your death 1" Tbe mound was on the very edge of a cliff. lie held his horse desperately, but I gjie urged herj forward a step, passing him, to the very brink, so that his horse's fore feet touched the grave. He turned upon her with an oath. "You shall never go back ! she cried. with a mocking laugh at the horror in the blanched face. She had a thong In her hand, which she had never used upon her own horse. He was terrified by its position. "lean jump across the ravine 1 he -ex claimed. "Oo then!" she said He gathered the little filly instantly fearful that his tormentor would strike the foaming, excited creature and spurred her to the leap. The distance was deceptive. Kitty struck the opposite ledge with her fore feet, slipped, and horse and rider went spinning into the gulf below. Three days later, his friends found him there, bruised out of all recognition, except ing by his garments, and the body of the dead horse. It was never known how he came to his death. Joaataaa Nliss and bis Fife. In his youth, Jonathan Niles wss a mu sician of the Revolutionary Army. In 1778, while the American Army was en camped at Tappan, on the Hudson, Oen. Larayette had command of the advance, bis particular duty being to guard tbe water-front; and in order that any attempt on tbe part ol the enemy at surprise, might be guarded against, LaFayette issued orders that there should be no noise of any kind, by the troops, between the hours of tattoo and reveille. Our Jonathan was one of LaFayette' musicians, and his instrument the fife. He was a son of Connecticut, and he had a maimed and disabled brother who was a cunning artificer, and who, among other quaint things, had made tbe file upon which Jonathan played. It was so con structed that it could be blown to shrill and esr-piercing notes that belong with the dru.n, or it could be softly and sweetly breathed upon as to give forth notes like the gentle dulcimer. One evening Jonathan wandered down to the water's edge, and seated upon a rock gazed off upon the darkly flow in, Mar gemmed flood. HH thoughts were of his home and of the loved ones, and anon came inemones of the old songs that had been wont to gladden the fireside. Luconsciou-ily, he drew his fluto from his bosom and placed it to his lips. In his mind, at the moment, was a sweet song, adapted from Mozart, which bad been hi mother's favorite. He knew not what he did. To him all things of the present were shut out, and he was again at home, sitting at his mother's feet aad tbe cha-tm was not broken until a rough blow upon tbe back recalled him to his senses. "Man! what are you ' doing? The Gen eral may be awake. If be should hear you an!" . It was a sentinel; and even this guardian of the night afterward confessed that he had listened, entranced, to the ravishing music for a long time before ho had thought of his duty to stop it. ' On the following morning an orderly came to tbe spot where Jonathan bad been eating his breakfast, and informed him that the General wanted to see him at head quarters. l'oor Jonathan turned pale and trembled. - He knew that LaFayette was very strict. and that in those perilous times even slight infractions of military orders were punish ed seveie'.y. As he rose to bis feet the sentinel of the previous evening came up and whispered into his ear "If it should be about the music, Jona than, den't you bo alarmed. Not a soul save you and me knows anything about it. I can swear to that! So, do you just say it wasn't you. Slick to it, and you'll come out all right." - - - Jonathan looked at tbe man pityingly. "What! my mother's son tell a lie like that? It would be the heaviest load I ever curried heavier than I ever mean to carry, if I have my senses! lie then went to the General a quarters a tent pitched in a commanding sight. overlooking the whole line he had to guard. LaFayett was pacing to and fro, sad and moody, as though his thoughts were unhappy. "Comrade, who are you? "Jonathan Niles, General." "Last evening I heard music down by tbe river's Lank. Were you the musi- essjQ?" "It was I, General, but I knew not what I did. I meant not to disobey your order. I sat and thought of home and my mother, and" The General started at the sound of that word, and tbe shadow upon his face grew soft and ethereal. ,4Of your iiotbkr! And I thought of mine. It was a theme of Mozart's, and was my mother's favorite. If you will be so kind, go bring your instrument and play for me that straLi here in my tent It will do ma good." In the after years even to hit dying hour tbe man loved to tell that story. Though be would never urge the truth upon any in consideration of so mean a thing as the benefit tbat might result, yet he could not put away tbe thought that tbe sweetest and most Lie sod memory of all his soldiers experience might have been lost to him bad be grasped at the opportunity to tell a lie, might, to sooie, hare aesused bmmi onpor luna and profjiablf Is It So T The pavilion was empty, save for these two. but a wanderer outside happened to be so placed that . tbe treacherous ocean breeze wafied to her the following conver sation, which she did not consider sum ciently sacred to avoid or to keep to her- sell : . . "Now, Charley, it's of no use : I can't marry a man who hasn't ths meant to live in Newport in summer." Charley, gloomily You never knew this blasted place until this season. Irene That is very true ; but this sea sn has shown mo what 1 need to make me happy. Charley A house at Newport with a man nttachiuent tbe bouse of primary im portance, the man of secondary, very much of secondary. I never saw a girl so chang ed as you are by this little taste of this con founded place. I wish the whole concern the whole island was at tbe bottom of the ocean 1 wish one of those torpedoes would send this cursed town, villas, four- in-hands and ail, to destruction. I wi h Irene I don't suppose it occurs to you that we should go up with tbe town. Charley 1 don't know as that makes any difference ; they'd be only two idiots less. Irene i ju needn't be abusive, sir : I haven't said that 1 hadn't a great regard for lou. .... Charley But you have said that you've a greater regard lor a house than for me. Against a villa at .Newport I've no chance. Irene, 1 can't see how you can be so fool, iih. Wuy, how do you expect to marry one of these swells? You're not one ot them. You're just a hanger on, a sort of chantxj visitor, among them. You're pret ty, l snow, awfully pretty but there are scores ot girls as pretty as you. Irene Thank you. air: you'd better take your pick among them. Charley No ; I want you. Irene Idiot tbat I am f Charley Precisely. Irenes Well, sir, I decline the honor. It's of no use. Since I've been in New port I know just what I want, and I won't have anything else. I'll live and die as I am rather. Charley (vindictively allying stones at the waves) Well, I've one more thing to say. I think this place has more to ans wer for in tbe way of demoralization than any old Sojom and Gomorrah tbat the BiMe ever scared up. Last winter I knew you as a girl of sense. This summer four-in- bands, yachts and all the rest of the show have turned your brain. In the long, sulking silence that followed. the wanderer outside strayed away, and preseutly meets Miss Irene Macgillicuddy, radiant beside a young man with a bav- colored mustache in a doic-carL while "Charley" foots it up the bath rwad in the dust, viciously switching the whitened, burued grass by tbe roadside and contem plating, doubtiew, the inward and outward 'cussedness of this "blarsted place. " Banastblng Novel in Crime, It is very bard to do anything original nowadays, even in vice, which is generally far more inventive, active and enterprising than the most robust virtue. But some thing akin to originality in crime bos been attempted lately in California. The pro prietor of the Grand Central Hotel, at Oak land, appears according to the local papers, to have taken charge of tbe house to carry out a scheme for robbing his patrons whole sale. Having leased a popular inn in a central position, his object was to secure as m my rich b arders as pcatible, and then to adnata by tbe most cautious and saga cious uittbous where they kept their valua bles, these poiuls gamed, tbe next step was to set lire to the house about two o'clock a. m., and while the guests excited and alurmed, were leaping from their beds, intent on escape, to gather up their jewelry and other portable property and convey it to a place of safety, where, lator it might be prudently appropriated. Tbe plan of the landlord was well couceived,and would, oo doubt, have been successful had be been more attentive to details. The fire burned so slowly as to give time for removal of most of the trunks and valises, but tome of these were carried off by the landlord's die honest ai-nts after they had been rescued. Had the uaiues spread as rapidly as the in cendiaries bsd reason to anticipate, the mortifying failure would not, probably, have taken place. The inn-keeper mutt not be too hast.ly pronounced a blunderer. tits crime was an experiment, as all pioneer movements are, and too much should not. theiefore, have been expected of hiin. He is in limbo now, but if be recovers his free dom and has an opportunity to try agin, he will, undoubtedly, repair some of his late errors and do the thing handsomely. Proverbs. Better is a little righteousness than a thousand subscribers who cheat the prin ter. , . A wise man mnketh a glad father, and a prompt paying subscriber causcth an editor to lsu;rh. - Folly is a joy that is destitute of wisdom. but delinquent subscribers cause suffering in the house of a newspaper maker. All the ways ot a man are clear in his own eyes, except the way the delinquent subscriber has in not paying for his news paper. Better is tbe poor man that walketh in integrity, and pays bis subscription, than tbe rich man who telleth the collector to call again. Judgements are prepared for aoorners. stripes for the bocks of fools and lasting punishment for him who loafeth about the streets and payeth not for his newspaper. Hope deferred makelli tbe heart sick, la a proverb sadly realized by the publisher who sends out bills. A righteous niaa hnteth lying, hence a pubhther waxes wroth against a subscriber who promises to call and settle on ths mor row and calleth not. A Whole Man. There has just been enacted near Salon- ica, Greece, a drama, tbe hero of which is a colonel who was captured by brigands and held until an enormous ransom was paid for his release. This recalls tbe case of a Greek oScer who was taken captive under precisely : similar circumstances. While in the hands of the bandits he wrote to his wife, saying: "My ransom is one thousand drachmas. If it is not paid by the 15th my captors will cut off my nose; the 16th. my ears; the 17th, my upper lip; the lStb, my lower lip; the IVih, death awaits me." Tbe weeping wife set about raising tbe money ; by tbe 13th, she had raised only three hundred drachmas ; the ltfth, four hundred; tbe 17th, six hundred. She had only secured tbe one thousand on tbe 18tb. The agonized wo man, reflecting, aaid to her neighbors: "Mv husband must be a frightful sig'.il by this time. I ahail save my one thousand drachmas for a tiieund marriage with, a whola nan," 11 tub and Boxed Me. The other day there was a suit in Justice alley, Detroit, between two V ayne county farmers regarding the ownership of four teen unmarked grain bags. Each side was prepared to stoutly swear that the bags were his, and each had witnesses to back bis testimony. The complainant swore to buying the bags at a certain store on a cer tain time, and his hired man swore to hand ling them as they were taken from tbe wagon. Tho defendant swore tbat he pur chased them at a certain place on a certain time, and his wife was called to the witness stand to tell what she knew about it. She was a large, fleshy woman, and very much bewildered. "Land save me ! but I was never in such a crowd before, and I feel as if I should faint !" she gasped as she took the witness stand. "Never mind fainting, Mrs. X,"said tbe lawyer. "I ell tbe jury what you know about those bags." "Oh I lands I but I know all about W We bought 'em ou the 10th of November!" "How are you sure it was the 10th ?' "Sakes alive! but I know it was, for I 3oxed Melisa s ears that morning for leav ing a spoon in the dishwater, and she was married on the lath. "Who asked for tbe bags at the store ? "Oh I stars and carters! but I did! remember it as plain as day." " YY hat did the clerk say ?" "Oh ! stars I he said, 'certainly,' and he wa it and got em. V hat else do you remember ?" "Oh. lands! but I wanted a calico dresa!' "And you didn't get it ?" . "Bless granny ! 1 didn't, and we jawed all the way home." "And now why are you positive that these are the bags I" "Oh ! dear, oh! but while we were i aw ing I threw 'em out into the road. Some one lend me a fan, for I'm most dead!" Never mind being most djad, Mr. X. What else about the bags." "My husband boxed my ears for throw ing 'em out. Oh! stars! 1 didn't m.-an to tell that!" "lie did, eh? Well, what else?" "Oh! dear! butwhen I got home I kicked the hired mac ?" 'Kicked tbe hired man, eh ? Well, how can you be positive that these are the bags?" "Great snakes I aren't you done yet ! Yes, I am positive." How can you be ? "I don't waut to telL" "But you must." "Well, if I must I must, though I'm sure I shall faint away. That niitht I boxed Melisa again," "lea. ' "And husband boxed me." "Yes." "And we both boxed tbe hired man. and we were all so mai we sot up all night in our cheers and have bad chill-biains and catarrh ever since! Do you suppose we'd have made fools of ouis -lves over four, ecu grain-bags belonging to a man living three miles awav! That settled the case with the jury, and the verdict was in favor of the defendant A Close Shave. Tou can readilr understand why a news paper is an would be attracted to visit a Suite prison, but you may wonder why he should fceek permission for tbe prison bar ber to shave him, when be knew that bar ber to be a murderer serving a life sen tence; yet, ia the composition of most men there is a yearning to tread upon tbe skirts ot adventure to stand, as it were, close to the edge of some abyss, down which a fall would be certain destruction. All men will take chances, but some wen will risk everything when this feeling is upon them. "So you want old Jack to shave you?" repi-ated the warden, as a lo jk of asioaish uient crossed bis face. "Yes." 'Don't yoa know that ha is a mur derer?" 44 Yea." "And in for life?" "Yes." Och 1 I'd sooner have a snake crawling ove: my face than his black fingers, which cut the throat of his wife and two children! What is to prevent him from slashing your jugular vein V '.Nothing!" "Yet you will take the risk ?" "I will. I want to be shaved by a mur derer; 1 want the sensation of havimr him pass a ketn razor slowly over my face and around my throat, and of knowing that I stand in the door of death !" "Old Jack has been ugly-tempered of late." "I don't care." 'There isn't a convict in the prison who doesn't fear his razor." "So much the better; I will take my chances." "You may try it," said the warden, after along silence; "but " 'But nothing. Is there a glass in front ofthechait?" "Yes." "Thai's all I want Let me go into the barber shop alone and make my own ar rangements. That's it open the door so long don't worry." O.d Jack was one of the prison barbers. Every convict knew him as a tiiple-mur- deier. He had made awful threats. He ueier. ne mm inaue a.-ui inreais. lie, contemplated destruction rather than sub had no one to say a good word f.g-tlm " . ... X. ,i fwi!v. beimr wearied out but all dreaded and avoided hiin. He was a man about fifty years old, slightly gray, thick set and no one could find a pleasant line in his face. As to his heart bVd slashed tbe throats of his family, piled the corpses in a corner, and slept and ate in the next room until the horrible odor brought tbe police and the discovery. . ... , n Y - , , . !:.,. ! . . . den, threw off my hat and coat and sat 1 down in his hard chair. - anave. a suiu. as i emereu ms utile : , .... . was seated on a stool behind me, ing a razor. He looked up in sur-,. stropping a razor. prise, seemed puzzled to know who I was ' and why I had come in, and then tested the edge of the razor on the thumb nail. I could see all this in the glass. He looked up in a furtive way, passed the razor over tbe strop a few times more, and then slowly rose up and began preparing the lather. He didn't like me. That was plain enough by tbe ugly glances from the cor ners of his eyes. 1 had no business in there in the first place, and then I had probably interrupted his revery or broken in on bis plans. He didn t know whether . be would shave me or not He stopped making the lather, set his jaw firmly and tbe look in his eyes grew ugly. j "Didn't you hear me V I demanded, as ' I turned on bim all of a sudden. "Go ahead and shave me," "Yes, sah 1" ha growled, as he lifted up the lather and advanced. He knew I did not belong to the prison, j He also reasoned that 1 was a siranxer. It puzzled him to know why I bad entered his den. as I had been shaved the day pre- vious. 1 could see that he was bothered,' out i was giaa or is. lie reasoned with himself all the lime he was puxiiB q the lather, and he got mail over it 'g a to see that i wa4 a aurt iif an intrusion . t ,mjrti!4o and he picked. Bp his mat wLh. Yet I would aggravate "That was a horrible deed of yours," I aaid, at 1 seated myself in the chair. 1 could not see his face, and he made no reply. The razor touched my face, and I felt that his hand trembled. "They ought to burn you at the stake I" 1 went on as his razor made the first cut I could now see his face in tbe glass, and his eyes fairly blazed. He clencbeu his hand and raised it to strike, but let it fall again alter four or nve seconds and went on with his work, His hand shook, he breathed hard and fast, and yet he had no reply. After he had scraped away for a mmule. I aaid: "You must be a fiend and worse t do such a deed as that ! No wonder that all men hate and avoid you. The hand with the razor went up in tbe air. Uis first Impulse was to slash me. He could seize me uy the hair with his left hand, and slash my throat with bis right Tbe idea came to him, and if I had made a move be would have carried it out. "Com? hurry up!" I said: and his hand fell and he resumed his work, tremb bling with anger and wondering to himself why he did not take revenge upon me. Ah 1 1 saw a new light shoot into his eyes like a dash, and f knew he had a plan. He had committed three murders. An other would be nothing to his badneart. lie was in for life, and his sentence could not be lengthened ; yet he dared not cut my throat with a sweep of his hand, which be easily might W hat was his plan f with eyes half shut I watched and waited. The look in bis eyes grew more crafty ; he forced a smile to his wicked face, and tried to iaugh as he said : Doan be too hard on da ole man. sah. Ize had a heap o' trouble." Yea." An' I isn't so bad as dey trv to make out sab," he continued, as he wiped beard and lather on a piece of paper on my shoulder. I couldn't see his face. It was above me. but tbe piece of paper fell to tbe floor on my left side. He bad finished shaving on the right cheek and would now begin on tbe left What was his plan ? It came to me in an instant When he had his razor just right his foot would slip on that piece of soapy paper I He had dropped it there on purpose, and it would not be a bad ex cuse. 'No, I isn't so werry bsd," he said as he put his razor on my left cheek. 1 could see bis jaw in the glass, and it was hard-shut, as if he was terribly earnest "Weil, perhaps not. "Nobody knows bow much trouble Ize had, sah," he sighed, as the razor crept over my cheek towards a jugular vein, and his fingers lightened their grasp on ths handle. He was ready I "Jack!" "Yes, sab." . "A man will live a full minute after a jugular vein has been severed ! In that time he could shoot the man who did it In five seconds after you cut ms I'll put six bullets Into your head. Would he ? The razor shook and trem bled on my neck, and be breathed like one with tbe asthma. His foot was all ready to go down on that paper, bat he hesitated. 'Who means to cut you sah ?"he growled at last, as he kicked the paper away. "No one," 1 answered, as I looked into his eyes. He began bis work again with a fierce scowl on bis face, hurried it along, and in five minutes bad finished. "Good-by, old man!" I said, as I put on my coat and tossed him a quarter. He lifted his head to give me one fierce and murderous look. Tbe money fell to the floor, and he kicked it aside in con tempt. "And he didn't even scratch your face?" said the warden, as 1 returned to him. "No. not a scratch, anJ it was a close shave too." Sot Married In Spirit. Probably the most remarkable caso aver tried in ibis country, and one tbat has per haps attracted more attention and excited more comment than any other, was that of Flora A. Spurlock vs. Charles W. Greea, for annulment of marriage contract We cannot learn that the case has any prece dent The complainant is the daughter of Rev. M. Spurlock, a Methodist preacher now stationed at Kewanee and formerly at Geneseo, and the defendant a Methodist minister stationed at Fairview, Fulton county, Illinois. The parties were married about two years ago and lived together, as man and wife, having one child born to them. For some time past complainant has not lived with defendant, and recently tbe brought suit for ana ilment of tbemarriage contract on the ground that she had enter ed into it under duress of her mother, and against her choice and protest. This she swore to on the witness stand, testifying that she had never loved the defendant, and had not willingly married him; and that he was and always had been repugnant to her, tbat her parents had all of tbe time known this, bnt they had persisted that she must marry him, and her mother had watched and guarded her to that end; that her letters to Green had been written or dictated by ber mother, and filled with ex pressions of affection that she could not voluntarily make; tbat she had loved another man and had pleaded against this marriage, and had prayed for death and and worn and distracted, hid su'ocutted berelf an unwilling partner to tbe marriage ceremony, but did not consider that in spirit she was ever married to Green. Mrs Spurlock, the mother of the girl, appearing as a witness for her, fully corroborated this testimony in all esse, tial particulars, by "tc solemnly avowing in all its particularity . : . . ir : atr own pait in ims cxirauTuiuarjr uuaiuen, nJ bdief tmU ,u wai doin? rigbt and scoring her dautcr'a happine-s I A a lib ami 3W- tat ataac - vjjuaui. a s atH-uiiH.. w u 6Tue : lv im ioo f, ,,.,, ; n,. h;ht . i ,,ll,. ., , , P.i degree unfavorable and there is not heard anywhere any dissent from that impres sion. Directions to Trout Fishers, Be careful that there is water in tbe stream where you fish. This year's trout have all taken to water. The largest flies' may be found on the stages of our theatres. If you can't catch a speckled trout get a speck of a trout. . In throwing for trout double sixes always win. If the trout don't rise at once, try yeast powder or dynamite. Go to your uncle for small trout, for trout always a-pawn their young. If there is too much water in the pond, dilute it with whisky. Some fox hunting fishermen are mean enough to chase a trout ou horseback when it takes to the bills. This is uportaman- like. Drop a line also to your wife if you stay out an nigat, piUtt) for yuo. or aha may keep a rod in To kiww liu tw wail ia the great te erel uf success. f spiteful grab, and anger him. Fast of the Household. The boy we are going to tell you about, was named Richard, and was the youngest of a good-sized family, and so, of course, the government rested mainly on his shoul ders. He really had a very hard time or it for often his father's young lady cousin, and his older brothers and sisters, would not obey promptly, and sometimes bis father did not wheel into line as quickly as he should. With his mother he had no trouble at all: she always minded beautifully and, as he said, "had more sense than all tbe rest" Richard was just going out of skirts into pants, and was quite handsome, but he didn't care for tbat; he only cared to gov ern, there was a little lock of hair, that hung down ou his forehead, just as you sea it in the picture of Napoleon, and as he was so determined to have everything his own way, the family used to call him the little Napoleon. Once when his father and mother were away for a short time, his papa's cousin tried to make hiui do something she thought he should. He looked at her calmly and said. "Why. Julia, I wonder at you trying to boss me, when you re only my cousin. And then. after a second thought, turning with a look of deep indignation, "Yea, and only my second cousin at that," which completely aettled ber. Richard had a little bed in his papa 'a and mamma's room, which he hail slept in ever siuoe he was a baby. As he got older, he and his papa used to have many argu ments on the subject of his going into the other room with his brother to sleep. When he got really boots of bis own, he alwavs set them just where his papa stum bled over them ; and he ai ways had to tie his necktie and brash his hair before the mirror at the identical mome-t his father wanted to do tbe same thing. So, one morning his papa was unusually rebellious and obstreperous aboiu the way things.were arrange and on g .i.ig out, said : "Keully, Richard Lee Whillington, I don't intend to occupy the same room with you one nijjbt longer," and shut the door quite loud. Richard always bated to hear his father give him his full name ; be knew it meant trouble, especially when ho pat in the middle name. He always found his father harder to manage lor Soiue time afterward. He looked at himself in the glass quiellv and thoughtfully, while he" finished settling his collar, and then turning to his mamma. whom be loved to distraction, he said : "Well ! mamma, 1 think if any body has to go in another room to sleep, papa ought to go hisself. for once be was no relation to you at all, and I've always been." A Remarkable Family. Norton, Pennsylvania, contains a re markable family. In the doorway of a small, low-roofed dwelling stood a tall. well-preserved woman. "1 am looking for woman eighty-four years old, who has raised twenty-four children and is still in vigorous health," was the first query. "I suppose you refer to me," she said. "I am of that age." She was appanntly en joying tbe best of health. In all her long lite she said sue had never been sick but one day. Brought up on a farm and in ured to tbe rough work incident to farm hfe this woman had reared the extraordi nary btrgv family of twenty-four children, twenty of whom are still alive. The oldest is 65 and resides on a cleanly-kept farm a mile or two distant lrom the homestead. The youngest .a 3J and is engaged in grape culture at Hammonds port. New York. The eutire twenty children are in splendid health. Of the four who are dead three met their death by accident while the fourth died of y ello v fever in Memphis two years ago. The mother still does all the housework, milks four cows daily and takes the proJuuu to market She is the finan cier of the family and declares that sha needs no lawyers to keep her affairs in order. Every Sabbath hnda all quiet about tbe farm, and every member of the circle ia required to attend the quaint old Methodist church morning and evening. 'is your husband living l" was asked. "No, sir; he died dve years ago." "tVho is tbe man of whom it is reported that be is 81 years old and yet cuts two cords of wood every day ?" Ob, said she, as a smile lit up her face, "thai must be brother Jake. He's out yonder chopping away for dear hfe." Toe visitor went "out yonder," and sura enough a tall, strongly built man, with white locks streaming over his shoulders, was bending over a wood pile and wielding an axt in a manner betokening no lack of vigor! His four-score years have all been spent within a radius of twenty-five miles. lie bad never been outside of Hunterdon county. "I care nuthin7 a'xmt see in the world, sir. My own little village here and my small gathering of true friends is all I de sire. 1 read the papers regularly, and I find that there is a heap of bickerin' and strife outside which we avoid in our quiet home. I remember a Rood ways back, and have watched many changes .-"Lice I was a boy, but all my affections and associations are 'round here. I do not h:..-: It chop wood ; oh, no, sir, but 1 like the exercise. and it keeps me luovin'. I've never been married, and bavo laid aside a tolerable neat sum in tbe Frenchtown bank for old, age," and at tbe words "old age" the sturdy farmer chuckled, as though eighty-ona years did not bring biin into the period of hoary hairs and declining days. Abunriitnt Hair. Japanese women are very proud of their hair, which is black and luxuriant They cultivate and arrange it with great care by brushing their tresses back from tbe fore head and gabteriug them in a plaited top- snot, coverea witn nowers, spangles, ami hair-pins of gold, silver and tort'use-sheU. Rich and pour tue alike proud of thelr eoifure, and thekuli-wouutn in rags devotes the aaioe attention to her hair as aay great lady. To preserve tbe elaborate structure from being disturbed, women during sleep rest their necks in a padded fork. There, is no difference between single and rrju-. ried women in wearing their hair, as la China; and their respective socud status is indicate I by the position of U bow in which their waist scarf ia tied, girls wear ing it at the back, matrons at the front The latter also ghave tlitir eyebrows and die their teeth black. Girls uj rouge freely and sometimea gild their lips. They are all fond of smoking, and wer their em broidered tobacco pouches as belt orna menta. A MUnndertMdlng, ne' was a quiet basHIul-looking young man, who got on thj train at Hawley viile. To the gentleman who occupied the seat by tbe stove be said : "Will you let me sit there? I am very cold." Said the passenger : There are hot pipca under all the seats." Said tbe young man, in a painful whis- per, aod blushing as be said it : "But it's my f ..et that s cold. " Tbe pasting tr g up. and went out and stood oo the p:aUr.a iqkU Newtown waa 1 ,
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